Camouflaged in invisible dereliction The city aches as layers sink with the weight of feet fumbling for footholdevery day it lick its wounds before it sleeps only to wake with an even burgeoning need to urinate effluent of un-natured natureso much solid stone in square miles the city feels heavy and longs to be lesser to be a patch of brown dirtlittered with leaves once a year alive with song instead of this​

Hi Maija wow what a week so far. Thankyou for your comment on our blockII.
Ash is making pretty pictures out of my urban explorations.
Ash's amazing words bely the way he truly does not like the grime and congestion and decay of the streets buildings and barriers....
Ash is turning me into a poet we are clashing and energising each other, it is challenging to respond but worth it for the adrenaline rush and bouncing off another - poweroftwo. K